The Reliability Of Gravity Poem by Paul Hartal

It was sunny in the early morning
but by now the skies became gloomy.
Dark nimbus clouds covered the firmament.
So I went to ny computer and tried to send
an email. But there was no internet.
Disappointed, I looked out of the window
and saw with satisfaction
that gravity was srill working:
The houses stood firmly on the ground
and people were not flying in the air
like on a Surrealist Magritte painting.